I want your Bat Romance

Tell Me Something I Dont Know

Alfred wrapped up the after dinner drinks as Bruce Wayne decided to show his date around the house.

"And this, used to be our little family sitting room," Bruce announced as he lead his lady friend in, holding the door for her.

"Wow! Europe's playboy has a library! Who would'a thought?" The girl made herself at home and walked around the comparatively small room that was laden with bookshelves. She pouted her lips in amusement at the baby grand by the fireplace.

"You play piano? English, or Russian?" His date poked at his tv image. "How many secrets are you keeping, Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce wrapped an arm around her waist and guided the other down her arm to her hand on the piano.

"Baby, I got 99 secrets, but this isn't going to be one anymore."

He kissed her cheek then took a deep breath, as if contemplating if he wanted to do what he was going to do. But then he played a short tune, and for a second, his girl thought it was coincidence that a bookshelf suddenly creaked.

She was soon proven wrong as Bruce walked towards the sidestepping bookshelf, but she was a little stunned to move.

"I promise there are no monsters there," he joked as he held out his hand to her, which she hesitantly took.

He held on to her in one arm while he commanded the elevator with the other, and she jumped closer to him as it jerked to a descend.

When the elevator stopped, Bruce didn't automatically step out. He was contemplative, and his date noticed.

"You know I'm not forcing you to do this, right?"

Bruce looked like he was snapped out of a stupor.

"What? No, no. I want to do this. Never actually done it before."

"Why does that sound so dirty to me?" She teased to lighten the mood, making him laugh.

"Okay, ready?" He offered her his hand.

"Apparently, more than you."

"As it seems. Close your eyes." He asked her as he clasped her hand in his.

"Don't let me fall, this is an expensive dress," she edged her eyebrows to tell him how serious she was.

"You can trust me," he kissed her cheek and began to walk, making sure she was right next to him.

He didn't have to walk a lot far to hear the rush of the water. After 2 minutes, he'd reached the wet, smooth pavement he'd intended to reach.

"There's a rail next to you, you can grab it."

He asked and she obeyed.

Alfred was waiting for them by the center stage, helping him with his big reveal.

"Okay, stop," he said just as she slipped, but he caught her quickly.

"My hero," she kissed him, eyes closed still.

Bruce held her by the shoulders and nodded to Alfred, who raised the display. When all of it was on deck, he took a deep breath and squeezed her shoulder, comforting more himself than her.

"Alright, sweetheart. Open your eyes." He said, letting go of her and stepping aside.

The girl opened her eyes, and the first thing she could see; was the batman. Well, not actually the man himself, but his shell, his suit.

"Woah!" She exclaimed in amazement and went over closer. She grazed the display glass with her hand, framing the suit.

"This is real?" She looked back at him.

Bruce pursed his lips and nodded.

"Yes."

"That is a natural waterfall?" She walked past the display, going towards the farther end of the cave, as if the reveal held little importance to her.

As she walked towards it, she shrugged off her little coat and worked her fingers on the strings on her back.

Alfred quietly took his leave.

"Y-yes. I just told you I'm the batman and-" he walked behind her, utterly confused as to what had just happened.

She walked into the water, ignoring his question for a second. As she spun around and clamped her fingers in his hair, she spoke,

"Tell me something I don't know,"

before forcing his mouth to crash onto hers. Pushing her back in the smooth cave wall, she pulled him into her. Bruce didn't need further prompting: his hands travelled all over. He grabbed her sides and pulled her in; the next second they cupped her face as he bruised her bottom lip; then to her shoulders, where they slipped off her dress straps as she ripped his buttoned shirt in one sweep. He pressed his wet, naked, and chiseled front against her stomach and a storm built in her lower abdomen. Smiled as she kissed him

...

The doors to Wayne Manor opened to an energized John Blake, who shook his rain wet hair as he came.

"Evening, Alfred." John greeted Alfred in the family room.

"Master Blake. You better have dried your mess as you came."

"Don't worry, I did. Bruce in? I'm ready to go out tonight." John circled his shoulders as he walked over to the piano.

"You might not want to go down there tonight, Master Blake."

"Why? Not in a good mood?" John quickly pulled back his hands from the keys.

"Quite the opposite actually. There's certainly something romantic about waterfalls," Alfred mockingly suggested.

"A girl?" John cocked a brow in amazement as he asked.

"Apparently it wasn't something she didn't already know." The butler said, and the young detective knew what he was referring to.

"Well then, she knows how to keep a secret."

"As can you, Master Blake?" Alfred raised his eyes above his book.

"Yeah of course. But if I may, who's the girl?" John asked, leaving.

"Selina Kyle,"

"Huh! Tell me something I don't know," John smiled as he said, walking out of the lounge and into his rare alone nights on patrol.